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The world was young, and Usala wandered it, delighting in each thing she saw. As she laughed, so did the stream; as she ran, so too the deer in the field. She learned a hummingbird’s hidden song, and danced with a dryad in the heart of a birch grove.
In time, her wandering feet brought Usala to the corridors of heaven. The gods favored her, for with her came joy, and the fresh green smell of the earth below. Much time did she spend there, feasting and riding, playing music and dancing her way from court to court. Eventually, Usala made her way to the highest castle, that of the goddess Mazana.
She was singing as she walked through Mazana’s gates; her hair a mass of braids, twined with beads and feathers; feet bare and pale blue skirts swirling.
Thus did she dance her way into Mazana’s castle, and also into Mazana’s heart. The goddess had never seen someone so lovely, so wild- a perfect embodiment of the world Mazana had created. And so the goddess stepped into Usala’s dance, palm kissing palm, Usala’s dark eyes meeting Mazana’s gaze with joy. How could Usala not love her, this goddess who had dreamt the world?
On their wedding day, Usala gifted Mazana with a crown of flowers, created in the heavens, blue as the dress she had worn on the day they met. It is this same flower, grown with joy and blooming now in abundance, that we see now when we look towards the sky in joy and remembrance.